black coffee and little kisses

"let me guess, the usual?" the curly boy asked me, brushing dirt off his apron as he started typing on the register.

"oh, of course!" i stammered nervously as i gave the boy a tiny smile. i pulled the chair out from under the small table. i took my books out, and my computer, sneaking a glance at the boy again. god he was attractive.

"here you go louis, black coffee, a tiny bit of milk and one sugar cube." he placed the cup down, my eyes watching his fingers.

"oh, thank you!" i add, rubbing my hand across my arm. as he walked away, i noticed several numbers on the napkin...his phone number.